"𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩. 𝙎𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪."
"𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙈𝙚."
[Guideverse AU]
In a world, that contains curse spirits, Esper, and Guides, S-Ranked Esper Gojo Satoru thrives on independence, rejecting any guidance from guides and relying...
Author's Note: I went back to read a few of my chapters for this story and the smut that I wrote. Sometimes I think to myself and I'm like, "I wrote that?".
I sometimes don't believe it because I don't write smut at all, and I still think my writing for smut is not good. 🥲 It does make me blush though 🤣.
Also, I apologize for the late update on this story, as I ran into writer's block.
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Recap
"Yes, exactly what you're thinking: Gojo Satoru is their next target." She says.
"They want him to be even more powerful than Sukuna, perhaps even a god, because of their selfish desires."
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'It's not your fault that you don't love me
It's my fault that I fell in love with you.'
- Feh
Gojo didn't know how long he'd been in this position—restrained from head to toe. His arms tied behind his back, his bottom touching the ground, and his legs bucked up against his chest spread apart.
The thing he hates the most is how he didn't have his blindfold covering his eyes; it was covering his mouth instead, acting as a gag.
He felt exhausted after having his eyes exposed for so long. Sometimes he wishes that he was never born with these 'Six Eyes'. It was a blessing but also a curse.
His eyes shot up towards the door opening as he saw Sukuna walking in. The door closed behind the pink head as he then made his way towards the restrained Esper.
Sukuna bends down, now at eye level, and looks at him like he is his prized possession. "How's my baby doing so far?" He asks softly.
Gojo narrows his eyes toward him as he bites down on the cloth.
"Mmm, you must be exhausted, yet you still have such a strong flame that's difficult to extinguish." He utters out and lets out a sigh. Sukuna brings his thumb to brush under Gojo's eye as the Esper wants to bring his face away. "Stay."
The Esper bites down on the cloth even more as he lets his face stay still.
"Good boy. Such a good boy." He softly utters this as he rubs his thumb gently across his cheek. His thumb slowly makes its way down his cheek, sliding under the cloth wrapped around his head, and brings it to where the cloth is restraining him from talking.
"Let me go, Sukuna." Gojo breathes out.
A faint smirk appears on his face. "No, I thought I already told you that I'm here to claim what is deemed to be mine."
